Ms Lenin then told us about the various strange phenomena taking place throughout this continent.
Even when it comes to the strange phenomenon, it is not a matter of such a small scale as the disappearance of a human being from a village to nowhere or the assassination of an unsubstantiated nobleman.
It's a strange phenomenon that sucks to see more on a world by world basis.
The beginning of the problem was the death of a dragon who was protecting a certain country.
Although not in this country, it seems that the Holy Dragon, who protects that country, has suffered a mysterious death in a coastal country situated on the Devil's Continent side on this continent.
It seems that the death of one of the people who had been protecting the country for a long time was a fuss at the time, but fortunately, the Holy Dragon did not take care of the fact that he had built a small herd to protect the country.
If there was only one guardian, the other country might have been lucky enough to drop the country.
All I can tell you is that one dragon was defeated in some kind of accidental accident, but this time the defeat was unusual.
What a holy dragon it was, as if it had been used for some kind of biological experiment, fusing and killing other animal and demonic material to the point that it was still this.
You think there were human legs growing from the belly, or more than one eye or head attached to the head that wasn't a dragon's?
They thought the fallen dragons were sneaky or something by touching God's inverse scales, but from me, the tenacious person who created this world, I can assure you that's a lie because I don't know anything about sneaking skills, magic, or subGod.
The cause of death is probably thick because being fitted with parts of an organism that do not fit your body makes it difficult to sustain life.
However, it is paradoxical to say that I created the world myself earlier, but even though I know there is no such system as sneaking around, I do not feel that I have the skills to be able to fuse living organisms in this way.
Perhaps by the use of illegal mana around the demon god, you can use the same abilities and interfere with creatures as I, the Creator god, but I don't think it's that easy for the demon god to come out of the demon continent, so this proposal isn't realistic either.
Moreover, important beings such as powerful figures and holy beasts have been targeted not only in this distant country where these incidents began, but also in other countries, and they have lost their lives in similar cases more than once.
Exactly this means that we can't leave it alone, and they were trying to gather fierce men from all over the continent to lead the bravest, the bravest, and to solve the problem.
Though I've thought about it a lot based on the above, I couldn't figure out what was going on with me.
Except if this is a debacle-related event of creation.
Because I've seen the future of this world 10,000 years from now.
It existed at that time, a giant monster called 'The Sub-God of the End'.
The guy, too, must have shaped himself by fusing various organisms together.
I don't know the details because it's a creature that's not in the data on my app that created this world, but it would very likely have some sort of relationship.
Especially now that I know it, I can't do anything about it.
"I understand more or less the story. Is it okay if I tell Mizette about this?
"Yes, make sure your ancestors have the information from your mouth, your companion. If your ancestors are going to bite me to solve this case, there's nothing more comforting about it."
That's how Mr. Lenin sips his tea and finishes the conversation once.
Then just when the first question was right, the door of the room opened up in momentum.
Here comes Mizette, who finished her archery, and the Grey boy.
"Kenji, we're back now! I'm relieved that the Galhart family inherited someone with the guts inside."
"Grandpa, this woman is too strong..."
Has the Gray boy been squeezed tightly in the garden, and his breath is constant as he pounds all over his face?
I'm not sweating one with a joyful grin like I said the other Mizette was a good handful, as usual.
It was telling the truth that there was an overwhelming difference in strength.
Nevertheless, it is a feat that a 10-year-old boy is credited with being a "gutsy guy" by a level of Saint Knight who can also participate in the Demon King Battle.
I'm sure the Gray boy could beat a woman or something. He went towards it with the temper that is common in children like that and was in return for it many times.
Mr. Lenin is still frightened by the look of whether this happened or not.
"Of course, Gray. This is an authentic legend that stepped into the divine world at the hands of the human gods a hundred years ago. You are not a decent fighter right now. Instead, be thankful for the archery."
The Grey boy gave the words a flashy look and finally seemed to understand that it was the most powerful Holy Knight he had ever dealt with.
"Oh no, you ratty bitch......!?
"What?
"No, is this beautiful woman the legendary Saint Knight Mizette Galhart!?
"That's what you've been saying. I stopped telling you on the way because you wouldn't listen to me no matter how many times I told you."
Until just now, I only accepted you as a candidate for the Holy Knight's Festival, and besides, I was the one making the mistake that Mizette was like an escort.
That would surprise you with this development.
When he heard the story, he drank his saliva and looked back at Mizette with a nervous face, bowing his head.
Great switching fast.
"Please, ancestors! You work me out!
"Fine."
"Whatever I can do... is fine!
"That's a good one. You want a master to be strong, you. I know how that feels. If only while you're staying, I'll put on an archery for you."
I don't know what the Gray boy is holding on to, but for one thing, an extraordinary relationship of mentorship seems to have been formed.
From the serious face of asking for training, it seems certain that I have always wanted to be a Saint Knight, but should...
Well, anyway, the two of us who were doing some archery in the garden have come back, and I'll leave this to Mizette first to talk about what happened to the century-old Count Galhart family.
I think so. I'll put my eyes on Mr. Lenin, and I'll be right behind you.
By the way, it seems that the mansion was addressed to me and the red-leaf room, despite a sudden visit, and the servant left the room. He no longer guided me.
It is because of all that is left.
Well, we don't have much more to do than train here for a while.
Probably wouldn't be worth working out unless I saw a month or so of respite, and I guess I'll be back in Japan for a while in the meantime.
A month in this world is three days over there.
I'm also curious to see how the Redleaf sisters are affecting the public, and let's try to come back here believing in the achievements of the training we've worked out in replay mode on the road.